10-28-2018, 06:29 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]get a load of this monster, he doesn't know how to communicate — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Leopard had a divided opinion on slavery. He was someone that had grown up in it and he was also someone that was able to escape it. He saw the necessity that slaves could be and he had no qualms about using slaves as laborers, he only had a problem with it when those in power grew too big for their britches and saw themselves as better than those they held captive. The torture of slaves was something that Leo simply did not understand. It was more productive to have happier and healthier captives than harm them and use up valuable resources when they got sick or injured because of what you had done to them.
Leo knew about the slavery in the Pitt and, while the occasional slaver would go too far, it was not usually much of a problem. He had seen the torture of prisoners of war and it did not phase him, although the harshness of it would occasionally make him wince. It was better for his clan to take their anger out on the POW's than the slaves.
The cloaked male had been resting in the shade when he caught a foreign scent wafting through the air.
A quiet but annoyed growl would make its way out of his maw as he began to get up, stretching for a moment. He would make his way over to the steadily increasing noise, a slight grimace upon his maw at the thought of having to possibly fight in the midday heat.
If the invaders had thought that the pittians would be out patrolling in the sweltering afternoon, they were sorely mistaken. That was a good way to get sunstroke.
Leo would let his gaze settle on the group, ears twitching as he listened to what the ardent was shouting. youngest to the back and strongest to the front, pretty simple. The large feline would spend a few minutes herding slaves into the temple, suppressing a shudder as they all crowded around him. The slaves were valuable and did not deserve to get injured or killed. He would make his way to the front lines shortly after, having left his cloak in the possession of one of the younger slaves. He trusted them to keep his cloak safe.
It was rare to see the tom without a covering of some sort and it was now rather obvious why. Scars littered his pelt from top to bottom, each telling their own story in some way. The most obvious was the twisting scar that ran down the right side of his face, marking him from his forehead to his chin and appearing to split both his eyelid and his lips. Muscles rippled under his skin as he fell into an aggressive stance, golden eyes glinting and maw twisting into a cruel smirk. Wings that had been previously flattened against his body would flare out, casting shadows in the harsh sunlight.
He saw a domestic that had split from the group, looking split between fear and rage. Conflicted enemies always proved fun.
The large Savannah would begun to rush at the significantly smaller feline. He would aim to bite down on Arrows scruff and slam her into the ground, if this worked, he would use the disorientation from that to lash out at her underbelly with his claws.
[ Leo is open to attack! he's very up to killing, capturing and maiming others. he can receive small to serious injuries himself but it's not terribly easy due to his extensive fighting experience. if you are open to it, Leo often takes a tooth from all those that he fights.]
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Leo knew about the slavery in the Pitt and, while the occasional slaver would go too far, it was not usually much of a problem. He had seen the torture of prisoners of war and it did not phase him, although the harshness of it would occasionally make him wince. It was better for his clan to take their anger out on the POW's than the slaves.
The cloaked male had been resting in the shade when he caught a foreign scent wafting through the air.
A quiet but annoyed growl would make its way out of his maw as he began to get up, stretching for a moment. He would make his way over to the steadily increasing noise, a slight grimace upon his maw at the thought of having to possibly fight in the midday heat.
If the invaders had thought that the pittians would be out patrolling in the sweltering afternoon, they were sorely mistaken. That was a good way to get sunstroke.
Leo would let his gaze settle on the group, ears twitching as he listened to what the ardent was shouting. youngest to the back and strongest to the front, pretty simple. The large feline would spend a few minutes herding slaves into the temple, suppressing a shudder as they all crowded around him. The slaves were valuable and did not deserve to get injured or killed. He would make his way to the front lines shortly after, having left his cloak in the possession of one of the younger slaves. He trusted them to keep his cloak safe.
It was rare to see the tom without a covering of some sort and it was now rather obvious why. Scars littered his pelt from top to bottom, each telling their own story in some way. The most obvious was the twisting scar that ran down the right side of his face, marking him from his forehead to his chin and appearing to split both his eyelid and his lips. Muscles rippled under his skin as he fell into an aggressive stance, golden eyes glinting and maw twisting into a cruel smirk. Wings that had been previously flattened against his body would flare out, casting shadows in the harsh sunlight.
He saw a domestic that had split from the group, looking split between fear and rage. Conflicted enemies always proved fun.
The large Savannah would begun to rush at the significantly smaller feline. He would aim to bite down on Arrows scruff and slam her into the ground, if this worked, he would use the disorientation from that to lash out at her underbelly with his claws.
[ Leo is open to attack! he's very up to killing, capturing and maiming others. he can receive small to serious injuries himself but it's not terribly easy due to his extensive fighting experience. if you are open to it, Leo often takes a tooth from all those that he fights.]
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